
I magine Brian Eno wandering into a studio with Can and Don Caballero, the lot of them cradling drones and textures, sounds that swirl in circles, stop in one place and then flit the opposite way. Horns that arc like whale calls and guitar bleats like sirens, beats that are too complex to be human but too graceful to be a machine. Picture all those things knotted into a sonic tapestry that's jarring and mesmerizing at the same time, beautiful and confusing, comforting but somehow unsettling. You'd be approaching what Laddio Bolocko created over their short lifespan, but not quite [...]